It was a delightful, drenching, soaking sort of rain, too. I sat with my daughter waiting for her bus to haul her off to the first day of sixth grade and admitted that there was something in me that wakes up in a good rain.
Love the photo you shared- dancing in the rain is the stuff happiness is made of.
It was a delightful, drenching, soaking sort of rain, too. I sat with my daughter waiting for her bus to haul her off to the first day of sixth grade and admitted that there was something in me that wakes up in a good rain.
ReplyDeleteLove the photo you shared- dancing in the rain is the stuff happiness is made of.